Happiness eludes
like so much airy dust,
but I can capture mine
contemplating proper crust.
With crackly definition
it tells you what’s inside;
before your tooth can crunch
your eye is satisfied.
Kudos to the bakers
who know how to finesse
the yeasty bubbling goo
into happiness.
More thanks to photographer S.W. Berg
for this tribute to happy things
and to la Madeleine, for baking them.
And thanks to blogger Susan Rushton
for yesterday’s heads-up about Happiness Day today.
This is not to make light of our worries,
dear reader,
but sometimes we need to add a little sugar
when the yeast won’t froth.
Oddments 